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Tinas First Black Man- An Interracial Threesome---NOT!

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Tina and I were older when we met. She is in her early forties, I am in my mid-fifties and we’ve been together for 7 years now. Tina is a naturally pretty woman who is growing older perfectly. Even at her age, you can’t help but notice her beautiful, large and shapely breasts, proud posture and attractive facial features. Her pretty brown eyes are accented by nicely done, thick blonde hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her firm, round butt rests above very nice-looking legs that support her 5’ 8” frame. Tina understands her strong points, but doesn’t see herself as being as beautiful as she really is. The truth is, she is one hell-of-a sexy woman.

For us, sex has always been good, but the frequency of our lovemaking sessions has dropped off the table over the past few years. It’s nobody’s fault. I’m self-employed and work more than I like. And Tina is one of the busiest people I know with active children at home, a full-time career and full time college schedule. She’s in a much-deserved self-accomplishment mode right now and I love her for it. I could tell you so much more about this intelligent, amazing woman, but this isn’t a story about her struggles or success; so it’s enough to just say I adore her and am pulling for her every inch of the way.

We both know the frequency of sex has a tendency to wane after a couple has been together for a few years, particularly when they become busy tending to other important life matters. Tina and I are very much in love and still want one another, but the opportunities for sex are becoming increasingly farther apart. In the beginning, we made up any excuse we could to have sex any place, any time of the day; now we agree on available times far in advance and hope it happens. Sometimes it doesn’t. Actually, I guess I should admit it rarely happens any more.

There are a host of reasons for any couple’s diminishing sex life. In our case, extremely full schedules, odd work hours and kids in the home form the most convenient and easy explanation. We’ve also had our share of health-related interruptions to contend with––untimely colds and bouts with the flu, minor surgeries for both of us, and a number of other little things. But, to be completely honest, I’ll also have to admit for the past three years or so, I don’t feel Tina gets nearly as turned on having sex with me as she did in the beginning. That’s another one of the natural, disappointing things in any long-term relationship. It’s not that I feel particularly inadequate, but let’s face it: sexual excitement has no place to go, but down when you do the same things over and over with the same person.

I suppose I can accept that a routine takes a toll on anything, but I also think having planned sex, the way we do, puts too much performance pressure on us. At least I know it has that effect on me. To me, force-fitting sex into a proscribed time frame is like meeting an appointment––too businesslike for my taste, and hard on sexual appetites. I realize I’ve failed Tina from time to time, but I hope she understands my failures are not bred by disinterest. I admire and adore Tina and sex with her is always on my mind. I also know Tina loves me—that’s most important—but I doubt I will ever sexually excite or fulfill her the way I once did. And it doesn’t matter how hard I work at it: when one person in a sexual encounter isn’t completely turned on, then neither really is.

A while back, becoming a little frustrated with the way things were going, I began to think maybe Tina and I needed to add something to our sex life, something more than planning our infrequent sexual encounters. The way I saw it, having sex more often would be glorious and a really good start, but that might not be the singular solution to a problem that I hoped wasn’t evolving into a genuine dysfunction. Maybe we, or maybe only Tina, needed something else. I didn’t know and I still don’t know.

Tina and I have always openly discussed sex and we’re certainly not bashful by any means, although I am more naturally inclined to say what’s on my mind than she is. We agreed long ago, long before the decline in our sex life, that the idea of a threesome was a huge turn on, but no matter what she might be thinking, Tina would never, on her own, initiate a discussion about a threesome or anything else that directly involves a sexual act. I always begin conversations about fantasies, and she is always quick to respond, but in spite of my urging, she never just blurts out what she’s thinking. I know she has a variety of thoughts about sex, just like we all do. But she simply can’t bring herself to say direct, “nasty-ish” things like, “I would love to suck another man off,” or “I want to enjoy a really big dick,” or “I would come like a fountain if a woman licked my pussy.” She normally stiffens and doesn’t particularly care for it when I talk like that, let alone talk that way herself.

Tina is a classy woman for sure, but she is certainly no prude. We have enjoyed some variety in our sex life ranging from traditional sex to oral sex to mild anal play and using toys. But Tina’s mind is her own and she is not willing to put her thoughts into words, let alone phrasing anything in a crass manner. Occasionally, though, she has at least admitted that since we’ve been together, she has privately thought about what it would be like to have sex with another man or woman. Before we met, of course, we both had our share of sexual adventures through previous marriages and flings. But we don’t discuss our previous sex lives and I doubt many people who meet later in life do. Beyond a natural hesitancy to talk about the past, I guess some people just aren’t comfortable expressing their sexual fantasies; especially to the person they love. I am not one of those people; Tina is.

One night, after having a few drinks at our favorite bar, Tina and I were sitting in her car, preparing to drive home. We had a great time that evening and we had actually been a bit more amorous than we usually are when we are out on the town. We had even passionately kissed in public a few times that evening, which is not something we normally do. I knew we wouldn’t be able to extend the night into the type of spontaneous sex we both needed because we had had a little too much to drink and it was very late. Neither of us liked the idea, but for us the night was over. Tina was in the driver’s seat. Before she put the car in gear, I looked intently at her, thinking about how much I missed having wild sex with her, like in the old days.

I don’t know why exactly, but caught up in the deep feelings I have for her and influenced by a mixture of booze and uncommon horniness, I suddenly said, “Tina. Baby I love you and I’m really wondering about something.” After a silent pause, I continued, “Do you think you could handle me having sex with another woman, maybe in a threesome with us?”

She didn’t need to think it over. “Oh honey,” she said, “I just don’t think I could handle that, you know. I love you. I love you with all my heart, but I don’t want you to have sex with someone else. I really don’t.”

I had fully expected her answer. We had discussed this type of thing several times before, but not with the same straightforwardness. Tina gave me the answer from her heart, but I also noticed something about her while she was talking. I noticed that she had not looked at me while she replied. Her eyes stared straight out over the hood, and I wondered if that meant there was more on her mind. It made me a little nervous and I started to doubt myself for bringing this up at all.

I squirmed a little, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I don’t need to go around screwing other women to get my sexual fulfillment. I love Tina. But I had been feeling a little short-changed lately and I was just wondering what it might be like. I hadn’t been with another woman for a long, long time and, with the way it had been going, my sexual confidence was getting slimmer and slimmer.

I pressed on hoping to smooth things over just in case I had upset Tina, “Honey, I love you too. But I know you deserve more than you are getting from me right now. Really, I deserve more too. I don’t know. Sex between us has been slow and I figure every day without sex is one time less that we will have sex in our lives. I am just wondering if spicing things up somehow wouldn’t help. I was only thinking that a threesome between you, me and another woman would be hot, hot enough that I’d actually wind up fucking her and getting lost in a wild sexual thing. I know we have talked about you being with another woman before and I only thought…. Well, anyway, does that make any sense at all?”

She said, “Baby, I just don’t think I could handle you being with another woman.”

I pushed a little more. “But I know you could handle you being with another woman. We’ve talked about that. So I was just thinking, sort of out loud, what a threesome would be like; you know?”

Tina didn’t respond, and I sensed she was, for the first time, a little uneasy talking about sex with other people. She hadn’t been uneasy in times past, so the way I saw it, there was something more to her hesitancy, something beyond the fact she didn’t want me fucking someone else. I asked her if I could confess something without making her mad. She said it was OK, but I was sure she did not want to hear me say one word about how I could bring myself to fuck another woman. I don’t think Tina expected what I was about to say.

I blurted out, “Honey, I’ve thought about this a lot. Don’t read too much into this, but I think after all this time that I could watch another man fuck you, if that’s what you wanted to do.”

Tina continued to look straight ahead. There was a moment of silence. She didn’t need to say anything. I could see the outline of her nipples straining against her bra and blouse and her chest actually began heaving a little. She didn’t realize her body language was communicating for her. She would say that she was cool under fire. But I saw what I saw. In a brief, completely unexpected moment, just I saying I could watch her fuck someone other than me had excited Tina. Up until now, we had only danced around the possibility and neither had even hinted that it would be OK for one of us to actually fuck someone else. Here I was, asking her if she could handle me fucking another woman and suddenly, with no warning I put a different vision in Tina’s mind, a vision of her fucking another man.

“Would you like to fuck another man with me in the room?” I touched her hand and looked at her eyes, which remained focused through the windshield.

Tina seemed to squirm a little, but she always has so much control. I noticed her wincing a little as her eyes moved back and forth, but still looking forward. A while passed and she still had not spoken.

“Tina, honey. I feel like I am getting old and if we’re ever going to experiment in our sex life, we should do it before I die or get too old to enjoy it. I think I know what you’re thinking, but this is something you have to say. Baby, would you like to fuck another man with me in the room?”

“If that’s what you wanted,” she said after a bit more of a pause.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said. “If something like that were to ever happen, it would have to be what you wanted, not what I wanted. That’s not fair to me. What I’m telling you baby is if YOU want to fuck someone else, I think I can finally handle it as long as I’m in the room and can join in. But this isn’t about me. It’s about you. That’s the way it has to be. Do you really want to fuck another man?”

Tina winced again and said, “I wish you wouldn’t put it like that. It makes the whole idea seem kind of icky.”

“Yes, I know, but it sounds way better to me than saying ‘making love.’ And saying, ‘having sex with…’ doesn’t exactly drive home what would be happening. The fact is fucking is fucking.” I repeated the question, “Do you want to fuck another man?”

I figured that was the end of our conversation. But I sensed that my frankness would at least elicit a frank response. I just hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at me. Tina’s head turned slowly toward me. She now turned her eyes from the windshield and looked directly at me. A corner of her bottom lip was tucked up under her top front teeth, which is something Tina does when she’s thinking. I could tell she was carefully picking the words to use in what she was about to say. Deliberately and in a gentle, sincere tone, Tina asked me, “Is that what YOU want? ”

“Like I said honey, I’m asking what you want.”

Tina worked hard to maintain her composure. Her lips parted and she took in a breath. At first no words came out. She looked at me, then back through the windshield, and I could tell she was becoming excited.

“Yes, I could do that,” she finally admitted.

“No baby, no” I insisted. “Do you want to do that?”

“OK,” she said. “It has nothing to do with you, honey, but I think this might be something I might try. I just don’t want to ever hurt you. I love you. And I don’t need to have sex with some other man. I could live the rest of my life without being with another man. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“Tina, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t think I could handle it.” “I’m being honest with you. So try to be honest with me, and completely honest with yourself. Do YOU want to fuck another man?”

Tina paused again. I could sense the thoughts running through her mind. I could see her arousal. By now, I already knew the answer. I just had to hear her say it.

“Yeah. OK. Yes having a threesome with another man is something I think I would like to do.” Tina finally said what she probably had felt for a long time. It was finally out in the open.

By this point I also knew it didn’t have to be a threesome: that she would be willing to fuck another man with or without me involved, but I also believed Tina when she said it didn’t have to happen at all. I know she loves me. And I love her. This was about sex and only sex.

“Thank you for being honest, honey,” I said. “Look, sweetie,” I continued, “Let’s just be frank with one another. If this is something YOU want, I say we shouldn’t mess around. You say the word and I’ll set something up. After all this, let me ask you point blank again—do YOU want to fuck another man? Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no. If it’s yes, then let’s talk some more; if ‘no,’ then I’ll drop the idea for good.”

“YES,” she replied, this time with no hesitancy or question about it. “Yes, but there are three things I insist on. You have to be with me when it happens; he has to wear a condom; and I don’t want anything to do with making the arrangements. You make the arrangements without any input from me. You set it up.”

I was disappointed and excited all at the same time. The thought of Tina spreading her legs and letting some other man pump in her, sort of frightened me. What would it do to our relationship? What if he is too wonderful? Maybe this is why Tina doesn’t want me to fuck another woman. Maybe, it was just insecurity. But I was excited too and we had come this far, so I wasn’t going to back down. Tina’s happiness means everything to me and if fucking another man was something she wanted to do, then as far as I was concerned, she was going to do it. I know Tina could get laid anytime she wanted. I guess most women could, really. Tina gets hit on all the time. I know that. Men are such fuck pigs in the general scheme of things. But I trust Tina completely and I have never for a moment questioned her loyalty to me. I truly believe she would never screw another man on the sly, and I find deep consolation in that.

“Well at least tell me,” I kidded, “Do you want to do a black guy or a white guy?”

“Don’t say ‘do.’ It sounds so…yeeeew,” Tina said again, showing her classy style.

“OK, black dude or white dude?” I continued to poke.

Before I could even chuckle at my own joke, Tina said quite firmly and confidently, “black.”

For the first time in a few years, my dick got hard without being touched. I almost couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My beloved Tina had just told me she wanted to fuck a black man when only a few moments before I wasn’t sure what she wanted sexually at all. In an instant, I finally knew what had been on her mind. I just didn’t know for how long. I told her how she was turning me on. I confessed that I had often masturbated to interracial porn and even fantasized that she was the white woman being pounded by the men in the videos. I told her I never believed I could bring myself to say it, but if she wanted a black man, then I might as well get busy and find her a black man.

The night ended that way. It was quite an eventful evening, I’d say even if Tina and I didn’t have sex once again.

Our schedules got in the way again after that night. It would be quite some time before we would have another opportunity to have sex, but when Tina gave me a heads up a several weeks later, I asked her if she remembered our conversation in the car. She told me she remembered and when I suggested this should be the time to go through with it, she simply and matter-of-factly said, “Sure, why not?”

As promised, I made the arrangements without involving Tina. I kept her posted, but didn’t give her any details. I found a black man on a swingers’ web site. It was a little weird going through all the photos and corresponding with men, who actually put themselves out there just to fuck your wife. But that’s what it all amounts to on the bottom line. These guys can bullshit all they want about making friends, the importance of relationships and belonging to a social group, but they just want to fuck your woman, with or without you present, and that’s that. I know if I were a single man, a chance at fucking women, preferably lots of women, would be the only reason I would be hanging out on a swingers’ web site. I feel sorry for any poor bastard who is actually willing to let his girlfriend or wife have a love affair with some other guy. I’d die if I thought Tina was interested in another man in too friendly a way. Love triangles don’t work; plain old-fashioned fucking does. Too bad I didn’t know that in my younger days.

I set the whole thing up with Carl. He was 32 years old, and had shared with me some x-rated photos of himself fucking a white woman. Of course he included solo shots of his cock––that’s what women on the prowl seem to be most interested in. At least that’s what single men on swingers’ web sites seem to think. Carl and I corresponded, and spoke on the phone a few times. I explained what this was all about. I told him we weren’t looking for a friend and that a courtship with another man seemed strange to us; we were only looking for Tina to have some sexual excitement with a man of African descent. And if we all understand that is the goal, there is no reason to prolong the idea; we might as well just get on to it.

Carl was a complete gentleman, patient and understood what we wanted. We laughed, because he admitted this is what single men dream of. He knew Tina was older, but I had shared some photos of her and he was more than eager to hook up, fuck and not worry about staying in touch. He told me several times that Tina was beautiful and he was turned on by the thought of having sex with her. And as long as I wasn’t planning any contact between the two of us, a threesome sounded fun. I assured him, I couldn’t handle any type of same-sex contact and was glad we saw it the same way. We also agreed that arranged fucking like this may not be the safest way to have sex, but it certainly is ideal if nothing goes wrong. We trusted one another enough to see this through and the date was arranged.

I got a large room in a hotel for the night we planned to meet Carl. Actually it was a small suite, not fancy, but quite comfortable and spacious. Tina and I arrived in the afternoon. She would spend extra time making herself look as sexy as possible while she enjoyed a few glasses of white wine. At about 5:00 PM, I kissed her goodbye and headed to the bar where I had arranged to meet Carl. I wondered if this would turn out to be one of those anti-climactic situations in which the anticipation outweighs the actual event. I hoped not.

When Carl walked in, I was already seated at the bar. I had only seen his more risqué photos, one headshot and about 5 cock shots so I hoped I would recognize him. I did. I was also nicely surprised. He was actually more handsome than I expected, tall, but not a giant and he was very, very clean. He had a pleasant smile and a controlled, confident personality. We had a drink, but I told him I absolutely did not want for us to get drunk. Tina and I don’t mix booze and sex very well and this was supposed to be special. Carl couldn’t agree more and we talked about the things Tina likes. I explained to him that while he was expecting a threesome, it was Tina’s and his pleasure that meant the most to me. I would join in if I fit, but I would not stop what was happening just so I could “get some too.” We agreed that the rest of the evening should just evolve naturally. I wondered what Tina might be thinking and how she was fixing herself up. I was calmer than I thought I would be.

When we got to the room, Tina greeted us wearing high heel shoes and a sexy black, thigh-length robe tied loosely around her waist and parted on top so that the inner edges of her beautiful, large breasts were quite visible. Her hair was done nicely and she had put on some deep-red lipstick to match her freshly manicured nails. Tina approached me first and kissed me on the lips. She then extended her right hand toward Carl and said, “Nice to meet you,” when I introduced them to one another.

After some uneasy small talk, I suggested that the two sit next to each other on the couch while I sat in a chair facing them. We continued to talk, but as happens too often when I am in the mix, I was talking too much about everything except sex. Carl was patient and laughed at my jokes. Tina sat and listened. I realized it was time for the two to break the ice and if I continue to jabber, this might never happen. I announced I was going to leave the room for a little while so they could chat and get to know one another. I thought that would be the most comfortable for both of them. I told Tina and Carl I wouldn’t go far and that I would be back in about ten minutes or so. I also encouraged them to go right ahead if something was going to get started, but that I would definitely return soon.

I don’t know how long I paced in the halls and outside the room––it couldn’t have been long. I wondered what Tina and Carl were talking about and worried they might both be a bit too bashful. I imagined they were exchanging information on careers, kids and obligatory things like their personal likes and dislikes. I don’t have any experience at things like this and I felt responsible to get something going between Carl and Tina. I wasn’t sure exactly how to go about it, but I remembered from our early days of dating that Tina is a bit reserved and cautious about letting a man touch her. I hoped that Carl was being a gentleman and I hoped that Tina wasn’t afraid or having second thoughts. I wondered if I had put her in an uncomfortable situation and I worried that she might be feeling used or something. What were they doing?

After a while, I put my ear to the door and didn’t hear anything, so I thought I should check on Tina. As I started to put the key in the door, it suddenly opened. “Oh-Oh,” I immediately thought, “I wonder what’s wrong.”

Facing me in the doorway was Carl, and I asked if everything was alright. He said, “Tina wanted me to come and get you.” He didn’t seem as calm as he had when I left the room.

I thought, “I hope something hasn’t happened to frighten Tina?” And I rushed into the room.

As I reached the couch, Tina was still seated, actually leaning back comfortably. I noticed her hair was mussed a little and that her robe had been undone and opened. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table in front of the couch and it seemed as though she was breathing a little harder than normal. Tina smiled at me and I asked if she was OK. She assured me she was. It was very clear that in the short time I was gone, Tina and Carl had been doing more than making conversation. I actually was a little surprised by that and wondered if Carl was being pushy or something.

On the couch, I sat on Tina’s right and Carl moved to her left. I asked again if they were both OK. Instead of answering, Tina took my face in her hands and pulled my head toward her. She parted her lips and began kissing me passionately, darting her wonderful tongue in and out of my mouth while taking in interrupted breaths. I looked at Carl and noticed that he had placed his hand on Tina’s left nipple.

Moved by the sight of another man touching Tina’s bared breast, I reached down and touched her pussy with my right hand. I broke our kiss and said, “My God Tina, you are soaking wet.” I was shocked. In the 7 years we had been together, I had never felt Tina’s pussy so wet. In fact, with me she tends to not lubricate enough and dries out rather quickly even when she does become damp. I just couldn’t believe how wet her pussy was and I now wondered again what the two had been doing when I was out of the room. I wish I could have seen it, whatever it was, but I knew it wasn’t conversation they were engaged in. It was something much, much more.

I began kissing Tina again. As our tongues moved together, I felt her mouth open a little wider and she suddenly gasped into my mouth. Her breath tasted good to me and I could tell Tina was already as turned on as I had ever seen her. I began to think maybe this was coming more naturally to her that I ever believed it could. It had only been a little while and here was Tina, tongue kissing me, gasping with excitement and already wet, so wet, between the legs

Carl’s positioned his head over Tina’s chest and I watched as his pink tongue swirled around her nipple, stopping occasionally to suck on it. Tina’s areola are incredible, slightly pink in color and about as large around as the bottom of a coffee cup. They are not grossly big, though and they serve to perfectly accent her large breasts. As Carl worked her over, Tina’s nipples became very hard and began to protrude. It was quite a sight. Carl was sucking and tonguing that beautiful tit and Tina loved every second of it. Carl stopped for a brief moment and looked into Tina’s eyes while commenting that he had never experienced any woman’s nipples being so hard. I had to agree at that point. I had always wondered why her nipples don’t get hard when I suck on them, but they had gotten hard in the car that night when I asked if she wanted to fuck another man, and again on this night with a total stranger licking all around her beautiful tit.

As I continued kissing her with our tongues entwined in pure passion, Tina began to softly moan into my mouth and I knew she was beginning to lose control. I pulled away from her lips, bent down and took her other nipple in my mouth. Carl continued to suck and Tina breathed harder as we both worked or mouths and tongues on her breasts. For a moment, just a brief moment, I thought “Hey I can suck tits as good as that guy. I can, can’t I? Tina just seems to be getting so hot right now and I doubt I’m having much to do with it.”

I looked at Tina and asked, “Are you OK?”

“Uh-huh,” she said with her eyes half-closed, “I’m fine.”

I noticed Tina’s hips lifting off the couch as we sucked and licked her nipples. As she raised them, her ass tightened and she made small circular motions in the air with her mid section.

Suddenly Carl left Tina’s breast. He dropped to his knees in front of Tina and in one motion pushed his mouth onto her pussy. I could see the back of his head working feverishly. Tina arched her back and asked Carl to go easy. Almost in a whisper, she said, “Ooh, ooh. Lighter…um, mmm…lighter.” I knew what that meant. It meant her clitoris was already becoming ultra-sensitive. Nobody had rubbed or played with it since I had been in the room. I had only touched her pussy, discovered it was super wet and didn’t linger. Maybe Carl had stimulated her clit when I was out of the room. I didn’t know and at this point it didn’t matter, but when Tina’s clit gets over stimulated for whatever reason, she always asks for me to lighten up a little.

Carl slowed down and more softly moved his tongue up and down on Tina’s slit. I raised my head and peered down so I could see. Tina spread her legs and lifted them a little. I saw Carl’s tongue moving up, down and all around her beautiful pinkish vagina. I noticed that her labia were turning to a dark red color. They had loosened a bit as Carl kissed, sucked and tongued Tina. I also noticed the glisten her juices were leaving around his mouth. This was definitely getting more interesting by the second.

I kissed Tina again and she opened her mouth to accept my tongue completely once more. Her breathing became more rapid. I repositioned myself to once again marvel at the sight of another man, a young black man, performing oral sex on my life partner. Carl himself began to moan into Tina’s pussy as he moved his head in a tight circular motion with lips and tongue locked on her slit. Tina’s head was tilted back; her lips parted and I could see her beautiful tongue passing quickly back and forth over her bottom lip. She began to grind her hips and thrust forward into Carl’s face, no longer concerned about the amount of pressure he was putting on her clit. I felt her tense up and begin to quiver. “Oh my God.” I thought. “Tina is coming already. I have never seen her come this fast.” Carl continued working Tina’s pussy with his mouth. He made slurping and smacking noises with his lips as he licked and devoured her. Suddenly air escaped from Tina’s throat and she began to moan loudly. Her arms tightened and she pinched her nipples between her fingers. As she came, she grunted, “ugh, umh, oh, oh God, mm, mmmm…..” Tina, is normally very quiet during sex and does not announce her orgasms. This time there was no doubt. She came against Carl’s mouth and tongue.

As her orgasm subsided, Tina’s head remained tilted back and Carl moved back up onto the couch. Tina looked first at me, then at Carl. Slowly Carl’s hand moved down to where his mouth had just been. Tina looked at his face. I watched as Carl began to insert his black finger up and into Tina’s wet pussy. His finger glistened with Tina’s wetness as he moved it slowly in and out of her slit. Slowly, very slowly it went in and out. A little further in, then out. I saw him slip in a second finger while he pleasured Tina with his hand. She loved it and again began to moan.

I said, “Hey Carl, why don’t let Tina see your cock? She’s really turned on right now.” Carl was more than ready. His eyes were full of unmitigated lust. The man was ready to fuck. He pulled his pants down and released his semi-hard dick. As he did, he moved closer to Tina and began to once again suck on her nipple. He said, “Oh man, you are beautiful Tina. Your nipples are so hard.”

I said, “She is beautiful, isn’t she? Maybe we should move this along.”

I whispered to Tina, “Grab his cock, baby. Don’t be bashful, I know you want to feel it.” She turned to look at Carl’s dick and without hesitation, eagerly reached down to take it in her left hand. She began to lightly massage it. I couldn’t help but notice the erotic contrast between her pale color, red fingernails and Carl’ black dick. I also noticed his cock was starting to grow. Of course it was much larger than mine. I knew that before and to be honest, I was hoping it was huge, one of those monster cocks like in the porn films. I don’t know if that’s what women want, but all indications are size matters and I was, after all, caught up in the heat of this encounter.

Well, Carl doesn’t have a “monster” cock, but believe me it is plenty large––a really big dick actually. I told Tina to look at it, and she happily obliged. She caressed and stroked it, rolling it between her fingers and running the palm of her hand up and down the thick, dark black shaft. I watched in amazement. So far I was passing my own test. I wasn’t jealous; in fact I must admit watching Tina enjoying the feel of that large black cock, turned me on completely. The love of my life was about to be fucked by another man, a young man, a black man with a very large cock. Details make fantasies complete. Little details, like Tina loving the feel of a man’s dick in her hand, only add to the excitement. I only hoped that I would stand a chance of ever making her happy again after this night.

I stood up and, without saying anything I can particularly remember, Tina and Carl followed. We all moved from the couch, past a partition and onto the king size bed in the other part of the suite.

Tina’s robe was already off by the time we reached the bed and she positioned herself on her back, with legs extended in full view of Carl and me. Carl sat on the edge of the bed and began to run his hands all over Tina’s body. I had already ripped off and shed my own clothes. I joined Carl and Tina on the bed, again on moving to her right. I slowly reached down and touched Tina’s pussy, which by now was literally dripping with her juices. I felt a new sensation. Her pussy was on fire. It was hotter than I had ever felt it. I moved my middle finger inside her labia and let it rest for a moment just marveling at the heat. If any woman had ever been ready to be ravished, it was Tina at that precise moment.

Carl took off Tina’s shoes and threw them on the floor. He sat back for a moment and I offered him a condom. He preferred to use his own and sat back on the bed. With a grin he looked at me and said, “Why don’t you jump in there and warm that pussy up.” I rolled over and put my cock into Tina’s wet pussy and began to pump, but only for a few seconds. I think I was a little overwhelmed.

I moved up next to Tina’s head and said, “Grab Carl’s cock, baby. Feel what he’s getting ready to put in you.” Tina moaned and eagerly grabbed Carl’s dick again before he had a chance to put on the rubber, and with her left hand started to pump it gently up and down, occasionally running the palm over the thick, circumcised head. With her right hand, she grabbed my cock and moved her fingers on the shaft. She would tell me later that was one of the moments that turned her on most, holding two cocks in her hands at the same time.

Carl pulled away long enough to put on the rubber. Without one more word, he quickly moved between Tina’s legs. He hovered for a second, rubbed his cock around the entrance of her pussy, then thrust it into her. Tina gasped, threw her legs wide open and, as Carl pumped, she began to grind her hips. I was still positioned on her right and began to tongue kiss her again. As Carl thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, Tina’s breathing was already becoming somewhat labored. I asked, “Do you like his cock fucking you like that?” Tina closed her eyes and said, “Uh-huh.”

I toyed with her a little, “Is that what you wanted, baby? A big cock to fuck you like this?”

“Umm, mmmm, oh, mmm…uh-huh,” she whispered deep from her throat.

When I continued by telling Tina how beautiful she looked, she didn’t respond. She half-closed her eyes, sighed deeply and really began to enjoy the fact she was actually having sex with Carl. She didn’t really know anything about him; she only knew he was fucking her. And at that point I kind of figured she had been imagining something like this for a long time. With every thrust by Carl, every time his cock pushed deeper into her pussy, Tina seemed to be getting more and more into it. I was also getting the impression that Tina was about to forget I was even in the room.

Carl was getting busier, fucking Tina the way she likes to be fucked. Enough of the slow sensual stuff… When she’s excited enough, Tina likes to have a cock shoved into her with force. She’s never said that exactly, but I know how she reacts when I slam her as hard and fast as I can. Like I said, Tina is not a vocal or demonstrative type. She normally is very quiet, actually. She never talks dirty to me, even though she knows I wish she would. And I feel kind of silly at those times when I just have to ask her if she has come because I honestly don’t know. But she is a sexy, sexy woman and I can usually tell when she’s enjoying herself, at least to some degree. I’d love it if she could let herself go a little more, but I also love her and love making love to her anyway.

Carl fucked Tina harder. I moved away from her and stood on the floor at the foot of the bed looking directly at the “backside” of the action. The room was filled with the sound of sex. Carl was in full motion, pumping his cock in and out of Tina’s pussy, beginning to go faster. Grinding and flexing his ass each time he thrust inward, I could see that he was pushing in deeper and deeper. My vantage point was perfect to see Carl’s big dick disappear, inch by inch, into the woman I love so dearly. Tina’s legs were spread wide, and her knees were slightly bent so her feet, toes pointing up, were drawn in close to Carl’s ass, which now looked like a machine rising and falling as he fucked Tina more aggressively. Her pussy lips were stretched wide to accommodate the thick shaft and with each thrust, Carl’s cock was now going in almost to the hilt. I was amazed at how easily Tina’s pussy was engulfing that dick. I remember thinking that his might not be the biggest dick she’s ever had, but I knew it was the biggest she’d had in a long time.

Cock size be damned. I could see she was really starting to like this. Tina seemed to let go a little after I moved away from her and was blocked from her view. Her hips were now literally heaving, pushing up hard to meet Carl’s thrusts. I could see Carl’s balls slapping against Tina’s ass with every downward push. As I watched Carl fucking Tina, I thought how amazing was the contrast of black and white skin. I also thought how much more Tina might like this if Carl were to remove his condom. But that wasn’t going to happen. It’s too dangerous and I remembered one of Tina’s hard rules. Still, at that moment the thought of his bare cock inside her wet pussy turned me on.

They continued to fuck harder with Tina on her back and legs spread. Carl leaned forward and pressed his chest against Tina’s beautiful tits with his hot breath closer to her face and neck. I remember how hard my own dick became when I saw Tina slip her hands around Carl’s waist. She was falling, I thought, deeper into the heat of passion, but I still sensed she might be holding back a little. I never saw Tina kiss Carl and I was hoping she would. I laugh when I hear stories about men who let their wives and girlfriends fuck and suck another man, but kissing is off limits. To me, a kiss between a man and woman is truly sexy, but it certainly can’t be more sexually overt than fucking.

The truth is, Tina doesn’t like kissing as much as I do. We kiss more during sex now than we ever did, but frankly I can’t get enough. I love Tina’s tongue and I’ve told her many times that I not only love feeling it in my mouth and on my body and cock, I also love just to watch her use it. I think I would have come all over myself if I had seen Tina give Carl a big, open-mouthed kiss that night. She told me later that they in fact had kissed when I was out of the room. She either didn’t like it, or thought I might be troubled somehow if I watched her kiss another man. Or maybe she just has her own private taboos that I don’t know about. I knew one thing at the time, though. Kiss or no kiss, Tina was certainly fucking Carl in front of me.

I never did fuck Tina that night with Carl in the room. I never got a blowjob or a hand job, or anything else from Tina except our kissing. This wasn’t really a threesome at all. It was Carl fucking Tina. Hoping to possibly get into the action, as Carl continued to fuck her in a missionary position, I returned to the bed, this time on Tina’s left, and said, “Tina why don’t you get on your knees and let Carl fuck you from behind?”

She was in the middle of getting fucked. Panting very hard now, she looked and me and said, “…Uh-uh. This is OK. Mmm, uhhh, uh, uh.”

Tina probably just didn’t realize that I was trying to get involved and I was hoping she would suck me off while Carl continued to fuck her. Maybe she did realize what I wanted and just didn’t want to say I wasn’t welcome. I asked her if she wanted to take Carl’s cock in her mouth. She shook her head, “no,” and began to grind her hips harder. I pulled myself up and positioned my cock next to Tina’s mouth. She parted her lips and licked the head for a very brief second, but didn’t take it into her mouth. She then quickly turned her head away and returned to her private passion. I retreated. This really was the defining moment of what we were involved in here. Was Tina shunning me? Did she forget that we had planned on a threesome? Was a total stranger sexually pleasing her in a way that I never could? The questions running through my mind didn’t cause an ounce of jealousy, not at all. But the fact Tina wasn’t giving me some attention too, caused me to think I could not come through for her even if she suddenly changed her mind. That’s how performance pressure works for a man. At times when you feel you have to, you can’t.

But I wasn’t angry or hurt¬¬––well not hurt too much anyway. After all, I had separately told both Carl and Tina before we began that their pleasure was most important to me and that I would only join in if I fit. Well, I meant that. Tina’s pleasure is always most important to me––and it was particularly important this time. Carl’s pleasure was only the reward I figured he deserved for putting so much effort into fucking her; I really didn’t give a shit about his pleasure in any spiritual sense. I realized, at least while Tina and Carl were fucking, that I didn’t fit. Really, believe it or not, I was OK with that because I knew Tina was enjoying herself.

Carl was pounding her hard now. His ass rose up and down while his cock literally pounded away at Tina’s pussy. He got to his knees, grabbed Tina’s ankles and pointed her feet toward the ceiling as he readjusted, then buried the full length of his dick into her tunnel. He began hammering her harder and faster and his thighs were slapping rhythmically against her ass. He grunted and his muscles flexed. His eyes rolled up a little and he pursed his lips. His hips started flailing and he looked like a man on a mission to make a woman, any woman, come and come hard. I could see his male ego at work. Every man wants to fuck a woman better than they have ever been fucked before. At that point, I think Tina was now beyond realizing I was even in the room. She was focused on Carl, looking into his eyes as his chest remained poised above her and as he held her legs apart while fucking her like a mad man.

Carl said, “Baby, you don’t got to be so quiet you know. It’s OK to let it out. Let it out, baby. God dam that pussy feels good.”

Suddenly, Tina’s hips began thrashing and thrusting. She yelled, “Oh God. Fuck Me. Fuck me. FUUUUUUUCK ME.” Carl continued pounding.

“OH, OH, OH, OH God. God, give me that cock. Fuck Me. Fuck me.” Tina was totally lost in the moment. She loved this. I just sat back and let Carl do what Tina was begging for. There was just no place for me in this sex fest. Tina was just too far gone.

Tina tensed, started to quiver and moaned, “Mmmm, mmmmm, OH GOD!! MMMm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm, OH!” Her orgasm had arrived and it was official––Tina had been fucked by her first black man.

As she calmed down, she rolled over and looked at me. I asked Tina if she had enjoyed herself. She said with a big smile, “MM-hmmmmm!”

I said, “Well the only thing is, baby, Carl didn’t come. And after all his hard work, I think he needs to. Can you help him out?” I didn’t have to suggest twice. I was hoping maybe I would get to fuck Tina now while she did whatever she wanted to get Carl off, but I didn’t know if I could. It wasn’t in the cards anyway. No. This was Tina’s night.

Tina rolled over with her ass pointed toward my face. She was facing Carl, who had removed his condom and was stretched out with his head against the headboard and his legs point toward the foot of the bed. She was propped half on her side and half on her knees facing Carl with his left leg extended under her. I knew that Tina didn’t want to suck Carl’s cock, although I admit the thought of it was turning me on. Instead, Tina grabbed Carl’s bare cock. She massaged it for a second. Then she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and earnestly began to stroke it. Up and down, she pumped his dick using all of her hand. As I watched, I noticed Carl wasn’t reacting like he should. I know my love well. I didn’t feel what Carl was exactly feeling, but from experience I knew there was a flaw in her technique. Tina is always reluctant to squeeze too hard and because of that she mostly doesn’t grip hard enough. I said, “Tina, baby, you gotta squeeze it harder. You gotta’ squeeze that cock.” She responded and tightened her grip.

Carl reacted. He said, “Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Grab it like that. Grab that cock.” He then asked Tina to wait a moment while he put some lube on his cock. Once he did, Tina grabbed his dick again and began to pump, this time harder and faster. I said, “Tina, honey. Help Carl out. Use your tongue on him. He’ll like that.” Tina leaned forward a bit more, and began to suck on Carl’s nipples. As soon as her open mouth hit his chest, I swear that big black cock doubled in size. Tina pumped it faster.

I was lying behind Tina on the bed. As she worked on Carl, Tina looked back at me and moved her ass closer to my face. I was busy watching her give Carl a great hand job. In 7 years together, she had never given me a hand job, not really. She had played with me. She had pumped my cock up and down a few times. But she had never aggressively tried to make me come like she was working to make Carl come. Usually her hand or arm or whatever tires rather quickly so she stops. With Carl, she seemed tireless. And she milked his cock endlessly. She pumped it up and down and twisted her hand around the shaft. She slipped her hand around the head and rubbed it like a wild woman.

While Tina worked to get Carl’s cum, she again pushed her ass up and into my face. So I gave her what I knew she was asking for. I placed my tongue on her ass and began to lick around her hole, slowly at first and then more quickly when she shoved her ass harder against my tongue. She whimpered and pumped her ass up and down and all over my tongue.

While I licked, Tina continued pumping her hand up and down on Carl’s cock and he began to reassure her, “That’s it baby. Yeah like that. Oh yeah. Stroke that dick.”

Lost in lust, I put a finger in Tina’s ass. She moaned. She pushed back until it was in as deep as it could go. She gyrated her hips. She grunted and moved her ass faster. And she continued to pump Carl’s cock, faster and faster, harder and harder. Carl leaned up and over Tina, sticking his tongue into her ear while I continued to finger her ass while she jerked. Tina couldn’t see it, but that was one of the most erotic scenes I have ever witnessed. The color contrast was amazing. Carl’s dark face and Tina’s white skin highlighted the pink color of Carl’s tongue and I couldn’t believe how it looked to see it snaking slowly in, out and around Tina’s ear. She would tell me later that she doesn’t even remember his tongue.

I heard Carl say, “OK baby. Here it comes.” So I stopped what I was doing and pushed up on my elbows so I could see. Tina flipped quickly onto to her back and grabbed her tits, pushing them together while Carl grabbed his own dick and pumped it fast and hard. They made the move in perfect synch, almost like they had practiced it a hundred times before. Carl turned and buried his dick between Tina’s tits, which she held in place to help his aim. “UHH, uhhhh, oh shit,” Carl yelled as a hard stream of white sperm leaped from the bulging head of his dick. Tina began moaning again as he shot squirt after squirt all over her beautiful tits.

Finally, the moment subsided. Tina looked at Carl and said, “I love cum.” And with a sensuous, lustful grin, she took her hand and began to rub Carl’s sperm all over, up and down her tits, on her stomach and chest. She continued to rub his cum as she slowly retreated from wherever she had been at that moment when she had made this black young man shoot his load all over her.

Carl smiled, still breathing hard and said, “Damn that was hot. I mean that was HOT.”

Our encounter with Carl ended quickly. We haven’t seen him again and don’t plan to. But Tina for sure wants to do something like this again. I’m all for it. I love this woman more than life itself. Watching her let herself go the way she did that night was easier for me to take than I thought it would be. I think that’s because I love her so much. In spite of how hot the whole scene was, and as much as I believe Tina enjoyed it, I still think Tina was holding back a little, who knows, maybe because I was in the room.

There will definitely be a next time. Maybe I can even join in, but Tina is in charge of this deal. What she wants and what she feels are all that matter to me. I’ll gladly set up our next encounter with another man any time she’s ready. Who knows? Maybe someday she’ll even decide it’s time for us to have a threesome with a woman. I’m not expecting that, but I’d be up for it. And I promise, I would definitely make sure it’s a threesome.

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